Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.